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Ayah brought home 3 packets of laksa late that evening.i know its for tok ayah and though i like foods and eating foods very much, but given the situation where you have prepared lunches and the facts that staying home at hols usually and successfully 'elaborating' your fatss like its nobody's business, i kinda get annoyed. "laaa.awat beli laksa?nasik bnyk nuh.sapa nak mkn banyak-banyak neh?"but apan promptly put up his hands."eh takpe takpe.apan nak!apan nak makan laksa!"so i watched him eating.and it looks delicious."sedap?""dak""huh?tak sedap?"he stopped.and frowned."haah.masin gila.sat na"he tasted it more.and made face."betullah.tak manis langsung!kaklong x pyhla makan."cis.

salam and hi.its been a while.again.and a long while.its been a while since i cudnt hold my head up highand its been a while since i cud stand on my own two feet againits been a while since i cudnt look at myself straight(not to quote staind.but its been a while.warning:the lyrics cud be wrong.heh.)remember that time when you had friendster?or my space?or anything before facebook?yeah atiq, you once had a blog.hahaha.

i remember when i was that little girl fond of being a doctor after befriending one from the ward.or a pilot after that takuya kimura's "good luck".or a postman from that jiwang stories from majalah ujang.and just like any other little girl, i grew up."i guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons.and maybe we'll never know most of them.but even if we dont have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there.we can still do things.and we can try to feel okay about them"~the perks of being a wallflower.

what if you wish to tell someone things you'd consider doing istiqamah-ly for the rest of your life for like 33 years more ahead but you knew they'd never believe you?i'd say ill just try.and maybe sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.its been a long time.but im here.im keeping my iman pumping.insha-Allah.

yeah, the truth is i always skipped a while.one post on new semester and another on the end of semester.oh and not to mention another at any time-i-like-it-to post.heh.nice ticq~

some people updated their life.some people cursing.some people story.some people advice.some people blabber.yet im not some people.hahaha.and maybe yes, i post it at any time i feel to.im human.im sorry.but then, however few the posts it seems, yet more than my facebook, google, yahoomail, twitter (yes i do have one.haha), i love this space more.its not about the pictures, my words (like it really matters.huuuu), or anything and since its not a social networking site, i guess anyone who still hold onto it must be here for a reason.so i was asking myself; to what do i owe this post today?

two words.No.Idea.

haha.thats the beauty of it.you see, i never have an idea to write anything, but i type anyway.you could create something beautiful just out of nothing.the usual types, people might refer to objects, or people, but doesnt it seem materialistic?okeh, by all means; it is true that nature tends to be beautiful, people can be beautiful, arts can also be beautiful, yet the first thing that came to my mind was a pen and a paper.

a new week from a new semester just passed at the garden of knowledge and virtue and im starting to realize much more values than ever.oh and im thinking of quoting every quotes that ive heard and like alongside the road im walking here at IIUM.theheeee.mcm best kan?

okeh.

gladly quoted from my PSA lecturer this week was

"view RM less, view value more"

we were talking about public sector (i think so) and it was quite nice when he stressed more on welfare of society rather than rich-ing the people.oh and he added some "people" shud take note (in sarcasm.haha).

and only later then, that i realize he was only put it that way so we all buy the textbook he recommended, rather than photocopy-ing.sheeeesh.and to add, more than one subject prefer the new edition book this semester, meaning you cant use your senior's.

this post is a hundred percent full of selfishness view of mine -- you are allowed to disagree, comment, add and/or say anything -- indeed the purely reasons is, in hopes if someone ever read it (i said 'if' though) and/or acts upon it, i shall get some barakah (ameeen).yes i am fasting so i can't lie.heeeee

okeh.so proceed.

i was at teraweeh prayer in the mosque with ummi -- yes.as the next semester will start around 2 weeks after aidilfitri, so i got to fulfill the whole ramadhan this year at home.yaaay! -- where i learned the most distract-full generation of human population which are : KIDS.

okeh.dont get me wrong.i dont hate kids.i am the eldest of 6 siblings.half of my life (at least at my age now) i live with kids, up till now.i know kids.i once was a kid.i am okay with kids.but not okay with kids that yelling, shouting and/or playing throwing shoes at women praying area and/or acting polis-tangkap-pencuri along every space they can find among the saff.kids dont come by themselves to the mosque.i mean, heck, where are the mothers?annoyed and frustrated, i blurted out to ummi;

ummi senyum aja.given a little moments, one makcik in front of us bangun dan bergerak ke belakang saff, and i heard she told the other makcik beside her;

"saya ada anak kecik kt blakang.satgi kacau pulak."

oooooooouh.and at that moment also, ummi and i had a psychic-mute-conversation confirming that she heard my complaints.haha.but i dont see her removing place made any difference.her child keeps circling her while we prayed, bouncing in front of her, and yes beside us also.still kacau jugak.